The potion's first digestion

Sanchez was originally the action captain of the police force. Because of his ruthless methods in suppressing the clan rebellion, he was appreciated by the previous general and was taken in as his son-in-law. At the same time, he was promoted to captain of the personal guard.

After being promoted, Sanchez worked diligently and responsibly, and was extremely respectful to the general, which greatly pleased the latter.

However, behind this respect lies a terrifying ambition.

Sanchez spent years building his own army, and when the time was right, he led his confidants in a coup, successfully killing the previous general and seizing power.

That wasn't the end of it. In order to completely consolidate his power, he began to launch a purge, killing all members of the previous general's family, including his wife and son, as well as all the previous general's confidants and their families. He also killed all those who opposed him in public and private, along with their families... The killings were so numerous that heads rolled and blood flowed everywhere.

"Loen actually supports such a brutal guy?"

When Neil Sharp heard this, he could hardly believe his ears.

"Because those big shots think that kind of guy is more reliable."

Alfred said dismissively, "Sanchez's purge has brought immense public resentment. Without Loen's support, his position as general will be unstable. And to maintain his position, he will do everything he can to appease the people..."

To be honest, he didn't like dealing with Sanchez.

Associating with such scoundrels makes him feel like he's truly become the "bandit" the [Blood Bishop] speaks of. But he came to the Southern Continent clearly to prove himself, to bring civilization and progress to this place...

But as a soldier, Alfred had no choice but to obey his superiors' orders, reluctantly siding with the butcher... "That makes sense; big shots believe more in self-interest."

Sharp sighed.

After leaving the general's mansion, they did not return to their lodgings, but instead disguised themselves slightly, intending to learn more about the truth of the city.

After leaving the main road and the general's residence area, the streets quickly became dirty and chaotic.

The road was muddy, the sewage was greenish, the houses were haphazardly built, the thin children peeked out from behind the corners of the walls, and the thin old people sat on the slightly drier ground in a daze, too lazy to wave away the flies that were licking their eyes.

A gust of wind blew in, and the stench of excrement and garbage filled the nostrils.

"Hmm..."

Sharp covered his nose, almost vomiting.

Compared to here, the East Borough is like paradise.

After passing through the residential area and heading west, the port came into view.

Numerous sailing ships and Steam were anchored in the harbor, with dockworkers constantly moving back and forth, carrying heavy sacks. These sacks contained cotton, coffee beans, grains, and even ores from the Southern Continent, which would be transported to Loen's factories, processed into finished products, and then dumped back here.

The dockworkers, their backs bent under the weight of sacks, were whipped by the police-turned-overseers if they were too slow; exhausted and in pain. What could soothe their spirits, of course, was the area further west—the pubs and red-light district. "Goddess..."

Neil Sharp surveyed the gaudy, risqué street, noticing numerous gentlemen from the Northern Continent lingering among them, many accompanied by companions who were clearly underage. He couldn't help but feel enraged. "These guys, don't they have any shame?!"

As they ventured deeper, the shops began to become more rudimentary, and most of those who frequented them were now laborers working at the docks.

Priest Sharp even saw a dirty, emaciated old woman trying to attract customers on the street, only to be pushed away in disgust.

Seeing that such an elderly woman with white hair was still selling her body, he couldn't help but feel pity. He stepped forward and handed her a 1 Pound note.

The old woman stared at the banknote in shock.

She hesitated for a moment, took the banknote, gave Sharp a fawning smile, and then pulled open her clothes...

"!!"

Sharp was terrified, jumping up as if he'd been electrocuted. He couldn't bear to look at the old woman's withered body and turned to flee in panic!

Seeing this, Alfred sighed silently and followed after them.

After they left, the old woman tried to hide the pound note on her person, but the people around her had already surrounded her. They pushed her down, fought with each other, and scrambled for the note.

In the end, the two Luck guys each grabbed half of the banknote. They reached an agreement, split the banknote equally, and left happily. As for the old woman, she not only got nothing, but also suffered a cut on her arm from being pushed down. A young man with black hair and black eyes stood in the corner, silently witnessing all of this.

Luther has probably been asleep for some time.

His spirit floated above the illusory Ocean, surrounded by white specks of light floating between the White Tower. The specks of light multiplied, subtly resonating with his Spirituality, making his Spirit Body more solid.

"Anderson and his team did a great job."

Luther thought to himself.

The Blood God's Honorific Name was already vaguely known among the islands of the Sonia Sea. As Anderson and his group moved into the open, with the support of the Blood Pirates, their missionary work became very successful.

As for his Avatar, they had only just spread throughout the Southern Continent, from various port cities inland. Currently, they were familiarizing themselves with the local situation. It could be said that the ground for missionary work was still quite fertile; the Southern Continent harbored deep-seated conflicts and grievances, requiring only a spark to ignite an explosion...

However, these things may take a lot of time, so let them take their time.

What's even more celebratory is that Luther suddenly discovered that some of the Potion's Characteristic within his body were actually beginning to be digested.

Why?

Which of my actions accelerated the digestion of the Potion? Was it because of proselytizing?

Definitely not.

The spread of the Blood God 'Honorific Name began as early as when I was at Sequence 4. If that's the reason, I should have been able to feel the digestion as soon as I drank the Potion.

Could it be because of creating Avatar?

It doesn't seem so, because when I first created it, I didn't feel the Potion being digested.

Could it be because of... the act of Avatar to spread the religion?

"Um..."

Luther stood on the sea, trying hard to think.

Oh, right!

He raised his hand to draw in the Tide, allowing the seawater to fill his Spirit Body. In the next instant, a wise brass color immediately shone around him, subtly echoing the towering White Tower, and his mind instantly became clear.

Many thoughts flashed through my mind.

The name "Trinity Templar"... could it be related to the Trinity? Please remember the only official website for this novel: www. deqixs. org. This is the only website; other websites may be discontinued at any time.

Based on his limited religious knowledge from his previous life, this word carries a profound meaning, but simply put, it seems to represent different interpretations and symbols of the essence of the divine.

In other words, my own Avatar has been identified as one of the three beings spreading the [Trinity]?